Big Bang 2013: Leaving Footprints behind Chapter 6
Sam wanted to kill her. It’s not often he felt that way towards a civilian, but Monica Love still pretended that she had no clue how to reverse the spell she cast on Dean. If he and Garth couldn’t find one, then he was going to have to tell Dean that he was pregnant and he was so not looking forward to that.
“I’ve given you all the information I have, Sam,” Monica entreated the angry man. Then softening her voice she told him, “The only way to end this is for you to not love him so much, not want what the two of you have created. Once you have hardened your heart to him, then the spell will be broken.”
Sam and Garth had poured over the spell that Monica had performed, it turns out that she’d gotten it from one of Pissy Prissy books of magic she’d found while renovating her house.
She led them to her reading room where she kept the book under lock and key. One glance at the book told them that it was old, older that Priscilla herself.
The tome was bound in leather, that had most likely been brown when it was new, but now hundreds of years later and after being held by many different hands over hundreds of years, was now black. The ominous cover meant to either frighten or deter people from reading it was decorated with the (real) claws of some unidentifiable creature. Monica quickly located the spell and showed it to them and Garth quickly wrote it down, and using some of the key wording, he finally located a mention of it in a book so obscure that there might have only been one copy in existence. Ever.
They took the information to Garths hotel room and began scouring the internet and meticulously reading the books that both men had brought along to aid in their research. Sam had thought that Monica had been lying to him, but the spell in her book clearly stated that until one or both no longer wanted he results of the spell, only then could it be broken. They spent hours on the research and they could find a reversal for the Desire spell, but not the Spell of Desire and any information they did find told them that there was no reversal spell. He was so screwed.
Once he and Garth had read and reread all of their information, Sam was forced to accept that there wasn’t anything that he could do to change the fact that his brother was pregnant with his child. He packed up his books, said goodbye to his hunter friend so he thanked Garth for the help and made his way back to Dean.
While Sam drove away, Garth sat in his car preparing to call his lady when suddenly there was a trench coated man sitting next to him.
“Dude, you must be Cas,” he said excitedly, “I’m Garth.”
“The new Bobby, I have heard of you,” Cas responded in his raspy monotone. “I show myself to you because there was something I do not understand. You read the spell, yet when you showed it to Sam you didn’t tell him that it was also written in enochian, effectively letting you know that the witch did not cast the spell, why.”
Garth looked at the solemn man before he spoke, “Look, I may not have known them as long or even as well as you do, but I know what they’ve done for this world. Each new challenge has chewed them up and spit them out a little worse for the wear, but they keep coming back for more because it’s their way. It’s time for someone else to step up to the plate and if this is the way to do it then this is the way we do it.”
Cas morosely agreed with Garth as he drowned out the anguished cries from Dean praying for his help. Soon Dean wouldn’t even be aware that he existed let alone call to him for help, so he revealed himself to Garth because he possessed the same quality of righteousness as the Winchesters. Once this was done, although he wasn’t Dean, Garth would be a good contact in his fight against evil.
Sam was bone tired when he pulled up the cabin, he was going to ease in because he was sure the older man would be asleep this late. The way Dean had been feeling lately, it would be a dick move to wake him, but he wanted to see Dean, eat then sleep, but Dean changed the order of his wants because when Sam opened the door to the cabin, the only thing he remembered was the anger in Dean’s face before his fist connected with Sam’s jaw.
He came to looking up at his angry brother just as that fist reconnected with his jaw again. “Dean what the hell,” he shouted as he grabbed Deans’ hand as it came towards him for a third punishing blow. His first instinct was to hit back, but he was not going to endanger his lover and their child, so once he grabbed Dean’s paw, Sam used the surprise movement to pull the angry man into his body and held him there until the anger turned to frustrated tears.
“After Ruby, you said no more lies, that you wouldn’t do that to me again, but you lied Sam. You lied,” Dean accused with a loud heartbreaking sob. “Stomach trouble huh? Maybe I didn’t get to go to goddamned Stanford but even with a fucking GED, I know that I have to have a uterus to be pregnant!”
“If I let you go are you gonna hit me again?” Sam asked. When Dean shook his head Sam released the vise like hold he had on Dean and the both sat up.
When Dean moved to turn around to face Dean, Sam placed his hand on his shoulder and pulled Dean back into his body. Dean’s back was to Sam’s chest, so he couldn’t see the green eyes, but he needed the contact with Dean to ground him because the next few minutes was going to either make or break their relationship. He could feel the tension in his lover’s body and he wanted to take that away and make him feel safe, but the news he had wasn’t going to do that.
“I didn’t… jeez Dean; the thing is I just didn’t know how to tell you so I tried come up with a solution before I broke the news to you.”
Dean nodded his head as though he accepted Sam’s explanation before he demanded, “Well, you’ve been gone for a couple of days how do we fix this.”
“We can’t. Well we can, but we can’t.” Sam told him.
“What the hell does that even mean? That makes no sense Sam, either we can or we can’t, which is it?”
Dean listened as Sam explained about the curse and how was going to affect them. Leaning forward he whispered, “Apparently I’m not the only one wanting normal.”
“This ain’t normal Sammy. I’m pregnant man,” He paused before asking, “so just how is the baby supposed to come out, and don’t you dare say my ass or I will kick yours.”
“I don’t know Dean, but we’ll figure it out together,” Sam promised. Once he made that promise he felt Dean’s body relax against him telling him without words that he had been forgiven. “Let’s just sleep on this tonight and try to figure the rest tomorrow.”
Sam headed for the bed and Dean headed for the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth. Once he was back in the room, he walked over to Sam where he was now sitting on the bed and gently washed the blood from his face before he undressed and joined Sam under the covers.
Even though Sam was back, Dean didn’t sleep very well the night before, and he was up early with fucking morning sickness. He tried the crackers again but once his stomach was settled, he was wide-awake and not going back to sleep. He knew that there weren’t many hunters around and the way they’ve been dropping lately, it didn’t seem that there would be that many left, but why did it seem like everything had to fall on their shoulders. For once, he’d like to not have to fight for his and Sam’s survival and from what he’s gathered he and Sam were about to do that once again. Fight.
He and Sam had been shouldering burdens that were too large for them to bear since their mom burned on the ceiling when he was four and their father dragged them through hell and high water to find the demon responsible. Even though they found the demon Azazel, it has still been one shit storm after another, but somehow he was supposed to believe that being pregnant was a good thing.
Was this their punishment for loving each other? Even though he’d rather it be Sam growing lady parts, when he thought about it, a baby didn’t seem to be that huge of a punishment, tangible proof of their love. It was what he’d wanted, but he thought that he would have been more receptive if the news had come from Sam and not Crowley.
Even though he was worried about the eventual birth, because deep in his heart, he knew he wanted this with Sam, and even if he screamed that he didn’t from the highest mountain, he wanted this. The thing that worried him the most was what Crowley told him, that this spell would be the end of the Winchesters. Once he laughed at Dean and delivered that cryptic message, he disappeared leaving Dean with no answers.
Dean looked at Sam as he slept; it was the only time that the younger man didn’t have those worry lines between his eyes. The sun wasn’t going to rise anytime soon, but the light from the lamp Dean had turned on bathed his beautiful features, and Dean suddenly had the urge to touch, to taste, to lay claim to his lover.
Still dressed in the flannel sleep pants and t-shirt he favored wearing to bed, Dean quickly stripped, pulled the covers back and crawled up onto the bed between Sam’s tree trunk thighs and pulled at his boxer briefs until he was face to face with that beautiful cock.
Sam was soft so he was able to put the entire length into his mouth at first, but as soon as his tongue began to work, he felt the cock twitch as it began to lengthen and grow until he had to struggle to fit it in his mouth without difficulty.
“Goddamn, Dean,” Sam groaned as he sat up and placed his back to the head board giving Dean better access before he began to buck his hips as he sought further entrance into the warm wet cavern.
Dean followed Sam as he got into a better position, to pleasure his lover. He didn’t want to disengage, so he hummed his response to Sam’s swear as he relaxed his throat to let his brother slip further inside. This was what he wanted, what he needed. His dick hardened and began to leak as the taste of that earthy, salty flavor and that intangible something that was pure Sam burst across his tongue.
As he pulled his mouth off Sam’s cock, Dean let his tongue flatten and follow that thick vein on the underside until he reached that little bundle of nerves under the crown. Dean still hadn’t got around to getting his haircut, so Sam was able to grab Dean’s hair and hold his head where he wanted and began to fuck into Dean’s mouth. Dean loved it, and the only thing he loved more was the feel of the huge cock splitting him open.
“Fuck Dean, your mouth feels so good,” Sam, praised, “gonna come.”
With that declaration, Dean reached up and disentangled Sam’s fingers from his hair, removed his mouth from Sam’s cock and then closed his fingers around the base to stop the younger man from coming.
“Nooo Dean,” Sam whined, “was so fucking close, why’d you do that?”
“Wanna ride you Sam,” Dean begged, “Please can I? Wanna feel you come in my ass, Sam.”
“Anything you want Dean, anything just do something. Jeez, have I created a monster, craving my cock now?” he half joked as Dean scrambled to his knees to position himself on Sam’s lap.
“Well, we created something,” he teased in return.
“Let me open you up baby,” Sam said softly as he lifted Dean from his lap and reached under the pillow to get the lube, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
As Dean scrambled to his knees he snarked half-heartedly, “Told you I’m not a girl, so don’t call me baby damn it.”
“I know you’re not a girl,” Sam told him as he positioned himself behind Dean, leaned in, and gently licked at Dean’s pretty, pink hole. “A girl couldn’t fuck me the way you have all these years.”
When he felt Sam’s tongue laving at his hole, Dean ducked his head, arched his back and whined his pleasure. He’d long ago stopped pretending that the noises Sam pulled from him were less than manly, because he could do the same to Sam, and besides, it felt so. Damned. Good.
Unexpectedly Sam’s wicked tongue was gone and Dean started to protest until he heard the snick from the bottle of lube being opened by Sam, and suddenly that tongue was replaced by Sam’s thick finger slowly working its way in to find Dean’s prostate.
Sam slowly worked the finger inside Dean before pulling out and adding a second. As he scissored his fingers, he murmured, “I wish you could see how gorgeous you look taking my fingers, God I can’t wait until that’s my cock inside you.”
“Then hurry up, two’s good enough, I want to feel you Sam. Please.” Dean wasn’t above begging, not for Sam.
“Are you sure Dean, I don’t want to hurt you?” Sam asked as he covered Dean’s back.
“’M sure, Sammy, still wanna ride you, been thinking about it all day.”
Taking his arm and wrapping it around Dean’s middle, Sam flipped them over so that he was on his back, and Deans back was to Sam’s front. Dean quickly turned around until he was sitting on Sam’s lap facing the younger man. He soon had Sam’s large cock in his hand and the head was at his entrance and slowly, slowly eased down until his ass met Sam’s hips.
The burn was worse than he thought it would be and took his breath away, but that was quickly easing as his body adjusted to his lover’s girth and the pleasure returned.
“Oh God Dean, please move,” Sam was the one begging now.
At first, Dean moved gingerly not wanting to hurt himself, but then he hit that little magic button, sending a fissure of pleasure down his spine he began to move in earnest. His body adjusted and he planted his knees on each side of Sam’s hips and began to pick up speed.
It didn’t take long for Dean to find a rhythm that had both men moaning out their pleasure.
“So fucking beautiful Dean,” Sam swore, “I know you don’t want me to tell you that, but you don’t even know what you do to me.”
Sam’s right, Dean doesn’t like it when Sam told him he was beautiful, because after his teenaged years of fighting off dicks who couldn’t see past his lips, it was a sore point with him, but right here and right now Sam’s praise only served to heighten his pleasure.
Dean rode Sam and each time he hit his prostate, the pleasure sent fire throughout his body making his skin so sensitive that even the air touching it gave him pleasure. Dean threw his head back, eyes closed concentrating on the sensations when Sam reached forward and began to stroke Dean’s neglected cock.
Sam was too wrapped up in the sensations coursing through his body to find a rhythm, and when the hangnail scraped across the sensitive skin on the head of Dean’s cock, the older man felt that it was a fight between pleasure and pain. However, by the fourth swipe, Dean’s pleasure won out and Dean was coming on Sam’s hand, and the contractions caused Dean’s hole to grip Sam’s cock and soon he was coming as well.
As they lay there letting the aftershock of their orgasms work through their bodies, Sam bent his head and kissed Dean.
“Can I ask you something Dee,” Sam asked reverting to his childhood name for Dean.
“Yeah,” Dean yawned, finally sleepy.
“How did you connect the dots to go from upset stomach to your being pregnant, because I gotta tell you, if I hadn’t seen the ultra sound, I’m not sure I would have believed it myself.”
Dean hesitated before answering, “Crowley.”
“What?” Sam demanded.
“I feel fantastic right now Sam, let me enjoy this for a while before dealing with babies and demons.”
That’s what Dean told Sam, but once the demon’s name was mentioned, Dean’s mind took him back to the conversation with the demon.
“Hi mum,” Crowley greeted with a laugh. “I gotta tell you when I heard that someone had cast this spell on you two I had to come and see this for myself. Too bad you’re not showing yet because I’d have loved to have seen that.”
Dean fingered the demon-killing knife that they had nicked from Ruby all those years ago as he measured the distance between him, the King of Hell, and the cabin.
Crowley seemed to know what he was thinking and laughed again, “Don’t worry Dean, I’m not going to do a thing to you, I’m going to let the spell run its course and it will take care of you and Moose once and for all.”
“What are you talking about? What spell?” Dean hated himself for asking, because he knew that whatever the hell Crowley was yapping about was what Sam was hiding from him.
“Aw, I have to tell you how much I’m enjoying the fact that you’re going to be a mum and relish the fact that Moose hadn’t even told you the good news. This day just keeps getting better and better mate.
“It seems that Glenda the good was a little more powerful than you thought and cast a spell to give you what you want most. Apparently, for you it’s your overgrown brother’s mutant sperm. I must say, Dean I’m surprised because I’d always thought that Moose would bottom.”
“Stop being a dick Crowley and tell me what you came here to gloat over, or if you’re going to kill me then just get it over already, just don’t bore me to death because you like the sound of your own voice.”
“Kill you?” The demon laughed and said, “Oh no, because if I kill you, you lot will just keep coming back, but this way you’ll be out of my hair forever.”
“What spell,” Dean grudgingly asked again through gritted teeth.
“The Desire Spell, a spell that grants you your hearts desire, and from the look of things…nah that would just be too easy,” Crowley gloated. “Normally when that spell is cast I would come up and try to sweeten the pot and collect a new soul, but this is so much better. I’ll let Moose explains the particulars.”
Apparently the conversation was over because as suddenly as he arrived, Crowley was gone leaving Dean with more questions than answers.
When Crowley left, Dean called Cas to get some answers. He’d called until his voice was hoarse, but the angel never responded and Dean couldn’t understand why because before he’d had the excuse that he was fighting a civil war, now Dean knew that he was just ignoring him.
Dean thought about all the times that he’d wished that he could have a family with Sam, how jealous he’d been when he saw all of those happy families, but he was getting that now but at what cost. As much as he wanted this with Sam, he’d cut the thing from his body himself if it was going to cost him the person he loved more than himself.
Dean eventually succumbed and he fell asleep as the sun rose. He vaguely remembers feeling Sam getting out of the bed, but he didn’t until noon. Sam was not around when he did get up so he put on a pot of coffee and headed for the shower. Fifteen minutes later as he was putting the styling products in his hair, he was amazed at how long it had gotten. He’d have to find a barber because there was no way he was letting Sam near him with clippers.
Running his fingers through his hair Dean winced a little at the tenderness from where Sam’s gigantic paws pulled on the longer tresses. Smiling he thought that maybe there was a good reason to have longer hair, because he’d enjoyed using Sam’s for leverage over the years.
Once he was satisfied with his hair, Dean made his way back into the kitchen and was about to enjoy his cup of coffee when Sam entered the cabin.
“No coffee, Dean,” he advised his brother, “at least not caffeinated.”
If one thing could be said about Dean Winchester, it was that he liked his coffee. He didn’t have to have it dressed up with flavored syrups, whipped cream or milk. He was happy with it strong and black, because it was one of the few indulgences he had in the world. Sam had better have a damned good explanation as to why he couldn’t have it.
“It’s not good…um…notgoodforthebaby,” Sam finally uttered.
Lifting the cup up to his nose, Dean inhaled the aroma of the brew and set the cup aside. When Sam reached this level of angsting, it told Dean that Sam had been researching pregnancies and that this was just the beginning of things that he was going to have to give up because they weren’t good for the baby.
“I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t feel… pregnant, I just feel sick, but a visit from the King of Hell has convinced me otherwise.” Dean started as he looked longingly at his coffee, “but we can say baby, because apparently there’s one inside me who’s going to be just like you and try to make me eat healthier.”
“While you were sleeping I went to get some books I found online that could help us get through this,” Sam said sheepishly as he held out his purchases to Dean.
Browsing through the pages, Dean could see that the books covered every aspect of pregnancy, except one. The book did not have a chapter that covered the fact that the mom was a man without the equipment to deliver.
“Sam, the kind of help we need can’t be found in these books.” Dean reminded him.
“I think that between these two books, they cover everything about pregnancy…”
“No Sam they don’t,” Dean interrupted, “they don’t have a chapter about two brothers fucking each other and one gets pregnant, because of some witch’s spell.”
“So you’re saying that we need supernatural help,” Sam asked stressing the word supernatural.
“Yeah, Sam. We both know that if I go to a regular doctor, after a thorough examination and they will know that I was born Dean, not Deanna and life will be more hellish than even we could imagine. Me and the baby will live the rest of our lives in cages like the apes in The Rise of the Planet of the Apes.”
“So what you’re Cesar?” Sam smirked.
“No dude, obviously I’m Cesar’s mom because I’m gonna give birth to someone life changing.” Dean corrected. “So the question is who’s still living that we can trust?”
He wanted to tell Sam that Benny could be trusted, but the vampire was a serious cause of disagreement between them and they needed to be united right now. He doesn’t doubt that Benny knew about his… condition, because after all, he helped break him out of the hospital, but they had to find someone that Sam was comfortable with as well.
“How about Garth?” Dean suggested instead, knowing that the man was helping Sam try to find a way out of this curse.
Sam nodded his head in agreement, and surprised Dean by saying, “Benny’d be helpful too. He has his ears to the ground and he…he cared enough to help protect you.”
“Sam you don’t like Benny and I get it, I do, but we need to be in this together and Benny’s so not us being together.”
“I’ll admit it, when I see him I want to go all Van Helsing on his ass, but he can be trusted with your life and that’s all that matters to me.”
Dean shot another longing glance at the coffee he’d been made to give up and walked to Sam. Once he reached the younger man, Dean took hold of Sam’s, hand placed it on his stomach and said, “Speaking of trust, this place, has served its purpose. When it was just us it was okay, but now we have someone more important to think about. We need somewhere no one would ever consider to looking for us, and Crowley pops in as though he lives here.”
Sam nodded in agreement, “you’re right Dean I’ve been thinking about that as well and I think I’ve found us a place.”
His laptop was on the table beside him and he leaned down, flipped it open to a page that he’d bookmarked. It was their old house in Lawrence, Kansas.
Chapter 5 Chapter 7
“I’ve given you all the information I have, Sam,” Monica entreated the angry man. Then softening her voice she told him, “The only way to end this is for you to not love him so much, not want what the two of you have created. Once you have hardened your heart to him, then the spell will be broken.”
Sam and Garth had poured over the spell that Monica had performed, it turns out that she’d gotten it from one of Pissy Prissy books of magic she’d found while renovating her house.
She led them to her reading room where she kept the book under lock and key. One glance at the book told them that it was old, older that Priscilla herself.
The tome was bound in leather, that had most likely been brown when it was new, but now hundreds of years later and after being held by many different hands over hundreds of years, was now black. The ominous cover meant to either frighten or deter people from reading it was decorated with the (real) claws of some unidentifiable creature. Monica quickly located the spell and showed it to them and Garth quickly wrote it down, and using some of the key wording, he finally located a mention of it in a book so obscure that there might have only been one copy in existence. Ever.
They took the information to Garths hotel room and began scouring the internet and meticulously reading the books that both men had brought along to aid in their research. Sam had thought that Monica had been lying to him, but the spell in her book clearly stated that until one or both no longer wanted he results of the spell, only then could it be broken. They spent hours on the research and they could find a reversal for the Desire spell, but not the Spell of Desire and any information they did find told them that there was no reversal spell. He was so screwed.
Once he and Garth had read and reread all of their information, Sam was forced to accept that there wasn’t anything that he could do to change the fact that his brother was pregnant with his child. He packed up his books, said goodbye to his hunter friend so he thanked Garth for the help and made his way back to Dean.
While Sam drove away, Garth sat in his car preparing to call his lady when suddenly there was a trench coated man sitting next to him.
“Dude, you must be Cas,” he said excitedly, “I’m Garth.”
“The new Bobby, I have heard of you,” Cas responded in his raspy monotone. “I show myself to you because there was something I do not understand. You read the spell, yet when you showed it to Sam you didn’t tell him that it was also written in enochian, effectively letting you know that the witch did not cast the spell, why.”
Garth looked at the solemn man before he spoke, “Look, I may not have known them as long or even as well as you do, but I know what they’ve done for this world. Each new challenge has chewed them up and spit them out a little worse for the wear, but they keep coming back for more because it’s their way. It’s time for someone else to step up to the plate and if this is the way to do it then this is the way we do it.”
Cas morosely agreed with Garth as he drowned out the anguished cries from Dean praying for his help. Soon Dean wouldn’t even be aware that he existed let alone call to him for help, so he revealed himself to Garth because he possessed the same quality of righteousness as the Winchesters. Once this was done, although he wasn’t Dean, Garth would be a good contact in his fight against evil.
Sam was bone tired when he pulled up the cabin, he was going to ease in because he was sure the older man would be asleep this late. The way Dean had been feeling lately, it would be a dick move to wake him, but he wanted to see Dean, eat then sleep, but Dean changed the order of his wants because when Sam opened the door to the cabin, the only thing he remembered was the anger in Dean’s face before his fist connected with Sam’s jaw.
He came to looking up at his angry brother just as that fist reconnected with his jaw again. “Dean what the hell,” he shouted as he grabbed Deans’ hand as it came towards him for a third punishing blow. His first instinct was to hit back, but he was not going to endanger his lover and their child, so once he grabbed Dean’s paw, Sam used the surprise movement to pull the angry man into his body and held him there until the anger turned to frustrated tears.
“After Ruby, you said no more lies, that you wouldn’t do that to me again, but you lied Sam. You lied,” Dean accused with a loud heartbreaking sob. “Stomach trouble huh? Maybe I didn’t get to go to goddamned Stanford but even with a fucking GED, I know that I have to have a uterus to be pregnant!”
“If I let you go are you gonna hit me again?” Sam asked. When Dean shook his head Sam released the vise like hold he had on Dean and the both sat up.
When Dean moved to turn around to face Dean, Sam placed his hand on his shoulder and pulled Dean back into his body. Dean’s back was to Sam’s chest, so he couldn’t see the green eyes, but he needed the contact with Dean to ground him because the next few minutes was going to either make or break their relationship. He could feel the tension in his lover’s body and he wanted to take that away and make him feel safe, but the news he had wasn’t going to do that.
“I didn’t… jeez Dean; the thing is I just didn’t know how to tell you so I tried come up with a solution before I broke the news to you.”
Dean nodded his head as though he accepted Sam’s explanation before he demanded, “Well, you’ve been gone for a couple of days how do we fix this.”
“We can’t. Well we can, but we can’t.” Sam told him.
“What the hell does that even mean? That makes no sense Sam, either we can or we can’t, which is it?”
Dean listened as Sam explained about the curse and how was going to affect them. Leaning forward he whispered, “Apparently I’m not the only one wanting normal.”
“This ain’t normal Sammy. I’m pregnant man,” He paused before asking, “so just how is the baby supposed to come out, and don’t you dare say my ass or I will kick yours.”
“I don’t know Dean, but we’ll figure it out together,” Sam promised. Once he made that promise he felt Dean’s body relax against him telling him without words that he had been forgiven. “Let’s just sleep on this tonight and try to figure the rest tomorrow.”
Sam headed for the bed and Dean headed for the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth. Once he was back in the room, he walked over to Sam where he was now sitting on the bed and gently washed the blood from his face before he undressed and joined Sam under the covers.
Even though Sam was back, Dean didn’t sleep very well the night before, and he was up early with fucking morning sickness. He tried the crackers again but once his stomach was settled, he was wide-awake and not going back to sleep. He knew that there weren’t many hunters around and the way they’ve been dropping lately, it didn’t seem that there would be that many left, but why did it seem like everything had to fall on their shoulders. For once, he’d like to not have to fight for his and Sam’s survival and from what he’s gathered he and Sam were about to do that once again. Fight.
He and Sam had been shouldering burdens that were too large for them to bear since their mom burned on the ceiling when he was four and their father dragged them through hell and high water to find the demon responsible. Even though they found the demon Azazel, it has still been one shit storm after another, but somehow he was supposed to believe that being pregnant was a good thing.
Was this their punishment for loving each other? Even though he’d rather it be Sam growing lady parts, when he thought about it, a baby didn’t seem to be that huge of a punishment, tangible proof of their love. It was what he’d wanted, but he thought that he would have been more receptive if the news had come from Sam and not Crowley.
Even though he was worried about the eventual birth, because deep in his heart, he knew he wanted this with Sam, and even if he screamed that he didn’t from the highest mountain, he wanted this. The thing that worried him the most was what Crowley told him, that this spell would be the end of the Winchesters. Once he laughed at Dean and delivered that cryptic message, he disappeared leaving Dean with no answers.
Dean looked at Sam as he slept; it was the only time that the younger man didn’t have those worry lines between his eyes. The sun wasn’t going to rise anytime soon, but the light from the lamp Dean had turned on bathed his beautiful features, and Dean suddenly had the urge to touch, to taste, to lay claim to his lover.
Still dressed in the flannel sleep pants and t-shirt he favored wearing to bed, Dean quickly stripped, pulled the covers back and crawled up onto the bed between Sam’s tree trunk thighs and pulled at his boxer briefs until he was face to face with that beautiful cock.
Sam was soft so he was able to put the entire length into his mouth at first, but as soon as his tongue began to work, he felt the cock twitch as it began to lengthen and grow until he had to struggle to fit it in his mouth without difficulty.
“Goddamn, Dean,” Sam groaned as he sat up and placed his back to the head board giving Dean better access before he began to buck his hips as he sought further entrance into the warm wet cavern.
Dean followed Sam as he got into a better position, to pleasure his lover. He didn’t want to disengage, so he hummed his response to Sam’s swear as he relaxed his throat to let his brother slip further inside. This was what he wanted, what he needed. His dick hardened and began to leak as the taste of that earthy, salty flavor and that intangible something that was pure Sam burst across his tongue.
As he pulled his mouth off Sam’s cock, Dean let his tongue flatten and follow that thick vein on the underside until he reached that little bundle of nerves under the crown. Dean still hadn’t got around to getting his haircut, so Sam was able to grab Dean’s hair and hold his head where he wanted and began to fuck into Dean’s mouth. Dean loved it, and the only thing he loved more was the feel of the huge cock splitting him open.
“Fuck Dean, your mouth feels so good,” Sam, praised, “gonna come.”
With that declaration, Dean reached up and disentangled Sam’s fingers from his hair, removed his mouth from Sam’s cock and then closed his fingers around the base to stop the younger man from coming.
“Nooo Dean,” Sam whined, “was so fucking close, why’d you do that?”
“Wanna ride you Sam,” Dean begged, “Please can I? Wanna feel you come in my ass, Sam.”
“Anything you want Dean, anything just do something. Jeez, have I created a monster, craving my cock now?” he half joked as Dean scrambled to his knees to position himself on Sam’s lap.
“Well, we created something,” he teased in return.
“Let me open you up baby,” Sam said softly as he lifted Dean from his lap and reached under the pillow to get the lube, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
As Dean scrambled to his knees he snarked half-heartedly, “Told you I’m not a girl, so don’t call me baby damn it.”
“I know you’re not a girl,” Sam told him as he positioned himself behind Dean, leaned in, and gently licked at Dean’s pretty, pink hole. “A girl couldn’t fuck me the way you have all these years.”
When he felt Sam’s tongue laving at his hole, Dean ducked his head, arched his back and whined his pleasure. He’d long ago stopped pretending that the noises Sam pulled from him were less than manly, because he could do the same to Sam, and besides, it felt so. Damned. Good.
Unexpectedly Sam’s wicked tongue was gone and Dean started to protest until he heard the snick from the bottle of lube being opened by Sam, and suddenly that tongue was replaced by Sam’s thick finger slowly working its way in to find Dean’s prostate.
Sam slowly worked the finger inside Dean before pulling out and adding a second. As he scissored his fingers, he murmured, “I wish you could see how gorgeous you look taking my fingers, God I can’t wait until that’s my cock inside you.”
“Then hurry up, two’s good enough, I want to feel you Sam. Please.” Dean wasn’t above begging, not for Sam.
“Are you sure Dean, I don’t want to hurt you?” Sam asked as he covered Dean’s back.
“’M sure, Sammy, still wanna ride you, been thinking about it all day.”
Taking his arm and wrapping it around Dean’s middle, Sam flipped them over so that he was on his back, and Deans back was to Sam’s front. Dean quickly turned around until he was sitting on Sam’s lap facing the younger man. He soon had Sam’s large cock in his hand and the head was at his entrance and slowly, slowly eased down until his ass met Sam’s hips.
The burn was worse than he thought it would be and took his breath away, but that was quickly easing as his body adjusted to his lover’s girth and the pleasure returned.
“Oh God Dean, please move,” Sam was the one begging now.
At first, Dean moved gingerly not wanting to hurt himself, but then he hit that little magic button, sending a fissure of pleasure down his spine he began to move in earnest. His body adjusted and he planted his knees on each side of Sam’s hips and began to pick up speed.
It didn’t take long for Dean to find a rhythm that had both men moaning out their pleasure.
“So fucking beautiful Dean,” Sam swore, “I know you don’t want me to tell you that, but you don’t even know what you do to me.”
Sam’s right, Dean doesn’t like it when Sam told him he was beautiful, because after his teenaged years of fighting off dicks who couldn’t see past his lips, it was a sore point with him, but right here and right now Sam’s praise only served to heighten his pleasure.
Dean rode Sam and each time he hit his prostate, the pleasure sent fire throughout his body making his skin so sensitive that even the air touching it gave him pleasure. Dean threw his head back, eyes closed concentrating on the sensations when Sam reached forward and began to stroke Dean’s neglected cock.
Sam was too wrapped up in the sensations coursing through his body to find a rhythm, and when the hangnail scraped across the sensitive skin on the head of Dean’s cock, the older man felt that it was a fight between pleasure and pain. However, by the fourth swipe, Dean’s pleasure won out and Dean was coming on Sam’s hand, and the contractions caused Dean’s hole to grip Sam’s cock and soon he was coming as well.
As they lay there letting the aftershock of their orgasms work through their bodies, Sam bent his head and kissed Dean.
“Can I ask you something Dee,” Sam asked reverting to his childhood name for Dean.
“Yeah,” Dean yawned, finally sleepy.
“How did you connect the dots to go from upset stomach to your being pregnant, because I gotta tell you, if I hadn’t seen the ultra sound, I’m not sure I would have believed it myself.”
Dean hesitated before answering, “Crowley.”
“What?” Sam demanded.
“I feel fantastic right now Sam, let me enjoy this for a while before dealing with babies and demons.”
That’s what Dean told Sam, but once the demon’s name was mentioned, Dean’s mind took him back to the conversation with the demon.
“Hi mum,” Crowley greeted with a laugh. “I gotta tell you when I heard that someone had cast this spell on you two I had to come and see this for myself. Too bad you’re not showing yet because I’d have loved to have seen that.”
Dean fingered the demon-killing knife that they had nicked from Ruby all those years ago as he measured the distance between him, the King of Hell, and the cabin.
Crowley seemed to know what he was thinking and laughed again, “Don’t worry Dean, I’m not going to do a thing to you, I’m going to let the spell run its course and it will take care of you and Moose once and for all.”
“What are you talking about? What spell?” Dean hated himself for asking, because he knew that whatever the hell Crowley was yapping about was what Sam was hiding from him.
“Aw, I have to tell you how much I’m enjoying the fact that you’re going to be a mum and relish the fact that Moose hadn’t even told you the good news. This day just keeps getting better and better mate.
“It seems that Glenda the good was a little more powerful than you thought and cast a spell to give you what you want most. Apparently, for you it’s your overgrown brother’s mutant sperm. I must say, Dean I’m surprised because I’d always thought that Moose would bottom.”
“Stop being a dick Crowley and tell me what you came here to gloat over, or if you’re going to kill me then just get it over already, just don’t bore me to death because you like the sound of your own voice.”
“Kill you?” The demon laughed and said, “Oh no, because if I kill you, you lot will just keep coming back, but this way you’ll be out of my hair forever.”
“What spell,” Dean grudgingly asked again through gritted teeth.
“The Desire Spell, a spell that grants you your hearts desire, and from the look of things…nah that would just be too easy,” Crowley gloated. “Normally when that spell is cast I would come up and try to sweeten the pot and collect a new soul, but this is so much better. I’ll let Moose explains the particulars.”
Apparently the conversation was over because as suddenly as he arrived, Crowley was gone leaving Dean with more questions than answers.
When Crowley left, Dean called Cas to get some answers. He’d called until his voice was hoarse, but the angel never responded and Dean couldn’t understand why because before he’d had the excuse that he was fighting a civil war, now Dean knew that he was just ignoring him.
Dean thought about all the times that he’d wished that he could have a family with Sam, how jealous he’d been when he saw all of those happy families, but he was getting that now but at what cost. As much as he wanted this with Sam, he’d cut the thing from his body himself if it was going to cost him the person he loved more than himself.
Dean eventually succumbed and he fell asleep as the sun rose. He vaguely remembers feeling Sam getting out of the bed, but he didn’t until noon. Sam was not around when he did get up so he put on a pot of coffee and headed for the shower. Fifteen minutes later as he was putting the styling products in his hair, he was amazed at how long it had gotten. He’d have to find a barber because there was no way he was letting Sam near him with clippers.
Running his fingers through his hair Dean winced a little at the tenderness from where Sam’s gigantic paws pulled on the longer tresses. Smiling he thought that maybe there was a good reason to have longer hair, because he’d enjoyed using Sam’s for leverage over the years.
Once he was satisfied with his hair, Dean made his way back into the kitchen and was about to enjoy his cup of coffee when Sam entered the cabin.
“No coffee, Dean,” he advised his brother, “at least not caffeinated.”
If one thing could be said about Dean Winchester, it was that he liked his coffee. He didn’t have to have it dressed up with flavored syrups, whipped cream or milk. He was happy with it strong and black, because it was one of the few indulgences he had in the world. Sam had better have a damned good explanation as to why he couldn’t have it.
“It’s not good…um…notgoodforthebaby,” Sam finally uttered.
Lifting the cup up to his nose, Dean inhaled the aroma of the brew and set the cup aside. When Sam reached this level of angsting, it told Dean that Sam had been researching pregnancies and that this was just the beginning of things that he was going to have to give up because they weren’t good for the baby.
“I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t feel… pregnant, I just feel sick, but a visit from the King of Hell has convinced me otherwise.” Dean started as he looked longingly at his coffee, “but we can say baby, because apparently there’s one inside me who’s going to be just like you and try to make me eat healthier.”
“While you were sleeping I went to get some books I found online that could help us get through this,” Sam said sheepishly as he held out his purchases to Dean.
Browsing through the pages, Dean could see that the books covered every aspect of pregnancy, except one. The book did not have a chapter that covered the fact that the mom was a man without the equipment to deliver.
“Sam, the kind of help we need can’t be found in these books.” Dean reminded him.
“I think that between these two books, they cover everything about pregnancy…”
“No Sam they don’t,” Dean interrupted, “they don’t have a chapter about two brothers fucking each other and one gets pregnant, because of some witch’s spell.”
“So you’re saying that we need supernatural help,” Sam asked stressing the word supernatural.
“Yeah, Sam. We both know that if I go to a regular doctor, after a thorough examination and they will know that I was born Dean, not Deanna and life will be more hellish than even we could imagine. Me and the baby will live the rest of our lives in cages like the apes in The Rise of the Planet of the Apes.”
“So what you’re Cesar?” Sam smirked.
“No dude, obviously I’m Cesar’s mom because I’m gonna give birth to someone life changing.” Dean corrected. “So the question is who’s still living that we can trust?”
He wanted to tell Sam that Benny could be trusted, but the vampire was a serious cause of disagreement between them and they needed to be united right now. He doesn’t doubt that Benny knew about his… condition, because after all, he helped break him out of the hospital, but they had to find someone that Sam was comfortable with as well.
“How about Garth?” Dean suggested instead, knowing that the man was helping Sam try to find a way out of this curse.
Sam nodded his head in agreement, and surprised Dean by saying, “Benny’d be helpful too. He has his ears to the ground and he…he cared enough to help protect you.”
“Sam you don’t like Benny and I get it, I do, but we need to be in this together and Benny’s so not us being together.”
“I’ll admit it, when I see him I want to go all Van Helsing on his ass, but he can be trusted with your life and that’s all that matters to me.”
Dean shot another longing glance at the coffee he’d been made to give up and walked to Sam. Once he reached the younger man, Dean took hold of Sam’s, hand placed it on his stomach and said, “Speaking of trust, this place, has served its purpose. When it was just us it was okay, but now we have someone more important to think about. We need somewhere no one would ever consider to looking for us, and Crowley pops in as though he lives here.”
Sam nodded in agreement, “you’re right Dean I’ve been thinking about that as well and I think I’ve found us a place.”
His laptop was on the table beside him and he leaned down, flipped it open to a page that he’d bookmarked. It was their old house in Lawrence, Kansas.
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